Firefly Glen but here i dreamt i was an architect

"Dad," he greeted upon hearing Dirge's chuff, edging into the pile once more for good measure. He stood then, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he turned to face his father. "Don't you know that this is the new style?" he quipped, tail waving slowly at his hocks. He hadn't anticipated seeing him so soon, and it was a pleasant surprise. "All the youngins are wearing it—"

"—and I can help you with it," he teased, wriggling his stained shoulder.